The Gangleader

Chapter two

1 day later..

Jacksons POV

I pulled a joint out of my pocket lighting it between my fingers, bringing the joint to my lips. Pretty soon a grey cloud surrounded me.

I still can't stop thinking of that stupid girl, I don't know what's wrong with me. I should've let them kill her, but then I'd know I'd feel guilty.

What the fuck jackson. I think to myself.

"Hey.." I heard a voice say interrupting my thoughts, turning around I saw Scott standing next to me with a concerned face.

Scott and I have been best friends since we were 8, he was the one who took me in when everything happened with my family. We started the gang when we turned 16, and ever since then we've been like brothers.

I just look up at him rolling my eyes, I knew exactly what he was here for. Inhaling another hit I continue to stare out into the water surrounding me.

"Why'd you do it?" Scott asked, placing a seat next to me on the rotted log. "I mean like you've never let anyone go before." He continues, crossing his arms against his chest.

"I don't want to talk about stupid shit." I say annoyed. To be honest I just wanted to forget about what happened, and wash it all away. I don't even know why I did it, and I deeply regret my decision. But all I know is, is that a part of me wanted her and wanted her to be mine.

"Okay dude, but just know that I did the same thing with Lizzie," Scott sighed, putting his hands in his pocket. "When the boys brought her into the house to do who knows what to her, and I saw her, I knew then and there she'd be mine. I regretted my decision at first for saving her, but now look at us, we love each other. " Scott smiled, but seemed almost uncertain, kicking the rocks around the dirt ground. 

"Hm, whatever." I grumble, Inhaling another hit, "I'm supposed to hold my figure as someone big, dangerous and scary. I won't let some stupid girl get in the way of it." I say exhaling the smoke.

"Well, sometimes it not all that bad. Maybe you could care for her and love he-" I quickly cut Scott off,

"Yeah, well I don't care about her! and I don't love. Love doesn't exist." I spit out, finishing my joint I threw it out onto the ground. Looking up at Scott I continued, "But I want you to find her." 

Before I could hear his response I stood up from the log and headed towards the gang house.

Maya's POV 

"No I'm not going, so stop asking." I speak through the phone annoyed, I had been talking to my best friend for the past 30 mins listening to her pleading and begging for her to get me to go to some party her boyfriend had been throwing tonight.

"But pleaseee!! It's going to be so fun!" She said dragging out the 'please', pleading through the phone she continued, "and besides we haven't hung out in 8 months!"

"And who's fault is that?" I asked more irritated.

There was a faint pause before she responded, "Maya, are you still upset about that?" She whined, "Look i'm sorry, I don't know how many times I'll have to say it," She hesitated, "It just happened so fast."

"Whatever Lizzie," I sighed rolling my eyes, as if she could see me. "I don't know if I want to go to this party." Hesitating. I sat down on my bed, phone to ear supporting my phone with my shoulder, picking at my nails.

"But Mayaaaaaa! Please go, I promise it will be fun! Besides it gives us another chance to hang out." Lizzie begged once again.

Lizzie has always be persistent. Even when growing up she always found a way in convincing me, but when we turned 19 we went to a party and she went missing. I could remember how worried I had been and all the sleepless nights I had for days. When she called 3 days later she convinced me she was okay, but I never got a chance to see her for 8 months. She'd call all the time, but then she told me she had met someone and she'd been living with him and his friends for the past months. I had been pretty upset she had left for some guy, but I've been trying to get over it.